by Bela Johnson | Nov 11, 2014 | compassion, inspiration, personal, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
The spiritual center of the universe abides within me, first person witness to miracles amidst the mundane. Whose legs better equipped to walk the talk synaptically steered from head to lips? Only I possess power to halt trains of thought before, derailed, they...
by Bela Johnson | Oct 7, 2014 | lifestyle, nature, peace, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
There is quiet in the spaces between a living world formulated in fractals, lurking narrowly beyond human perception on the fringes of the monkey mind. Society screams for attention, babies howl fitfully while words swirl around in grownup heads without prejudice;...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 23, 2014 | lifestyle, musings, philosophy, poetry, relationships, Uncategorized
What is trust but insidious risk cloaked in a tender blanket of intimacy until violated; no return to desirable templates. Is it instinct to gamble where, combined with a heart’s deep yearning for acceptance and the purest love, we shed peril at the feet of the...
by Bela Johnson | Sep 16, 2014 | lifestyle, musings, philosophy, poetry
Gods and demons! False idols imbued with qualities we aspire to or thrust against; Not realizing culpability, admiring angels with blind eyes inured to consequences. Travel the whole world through not discovering any unlike yourself; and after the honeymoon’s over,...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 19, 2014 | lifestyle, nature, philosophy, poetry, random thoughts, Uncategorized
Why be conflicted with death? It’s no new trend, fluorescent Nikes in the wake of black and white. This is not a game of thrones over which we could prevail; no defeat-able foe, steroidal match of will or wits. United in helplessness if nothing else, our humanity...
by Bela Johnson | Aug 6, 2014 | happiness, inspiration, philosophy, poetry, Uncategorized
Lucid dreams and time bombs light up folds of the mind like fireworks stamping images that fade, leaving only memory trails in their wake. In bright light or deepest shadow lies truth, pulsing quietly and insistently amidst folly; flickering neon placards of inquiry,...
